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Why My Blog Became My Lifeline
Posted on: September 18, 2026
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Growing up in India, I was never particularly interested in academics. Going to school felt like a chore, and I rarely focused on improving myself in the classroom. The fact that I still managed to graduate and earn two degrees was largely due to the push I received from my parents and, of course, some hard work on my part.
I cannot really blame my parents, as they were products of their time. In the 1980s and 1990s, careers outside the traditional professional fields were rarely considered viable. While growing up, all I ever wanted was to somehow associate myself with cricket. I was obsessed with the game and wanted to do something that would keep me close to the sport. An engineering degree was about as far removed from that passion as possible.
Like many people I knew, I completed my engineering degree and then, at the insistence of my parents, boarded a plane to the United States to pursue a Master’s degree. The next few years of my life were a roller coaster ride. Studies, learning to manage myself, handling finances, and dealing with the pressure of finding a job after graduation defined that period.
There was a great deal of uncertainty, and with a large bank loan and mounting credit card bills weighing heavily on my shoulders, finding a job quickly was my only option. Things were not always rosy. I faced numerous rejections along the way and was even cheated by a consulting firm. Yet, with nearly $40,000 in debt, giving up was never really an option. After a couple of months of relentless hustling and applying for countless positions, Lady Luck finally smiled on me when I landed a job in August 2005.
A few days later, I flew to San Francisco to begin work. I was understandably nervous, as it was the first job of my life. The first few months were fairly mundane. I worked in technical support on night shifts, which meant there was very little excitement. The highlight of many nights was watching a colleague brew a full pot of coffee and somehow manage to drink all of it before the shift ended.
One night, while searching for a movie review, I stumbled across a blog. The blogger reviewed Tamil films and seemed a lot like me, living in the United States and probably working in IT. I started reading his posts, and in a sudden burst of inspiration decided to create a blog of my own.
I was not a good writer, nor had I ever done anything remotely similar, but I felt the need to create something. I signed up on Blogspot and launched my first blog, GirisOpinion. Initially, it was simply a place where I could pour out my thoughts about the sport I loved. Over time, however, it became much more than that.
Writing blog posts kept me sane during the first few months of my job, when I was working twelve-hour night shifts. Doing something you do not truly enjoy can drain you, and I had been experiencing that feeling ever since my engineering college days. The blog became an outlet, a way to distract myself from the stress and pressures of everything happening around me.
Whenever I sat down to write, my mind focused on nothing except the topic in front of me. For that brief period, everything else faded into the background.
A few years later, I moved to WordPress and never looked back. The blog evolved into something much bigger than I had originally imagined. It was no longer just a way to stay connected to the sport I loved. It became a space where I could share my thoughts on virtually any topic under the sun.
I never considered myself a great writer, but that never stopped me from wanting to write and maintain the blog. Over the last few years, however, things have not always been smooth. There has been a great deal of stress, and much of what has happened has been beyond my control. I moved to an entirely different continent for a new job, and with that came a fresh set of challenges.
Many times over the past few years, I have wondered whether it was finally time to close this chapter of my life. I hardly find the time to write anymore. Yet, every time I seriously consider shutting the blog down, something stops me.
I pause and reflect, and then I realize that this is not just a blog to me. It is something that helped me navigate some very difficult years after moving alone to the United States more than two decades ago. It gave me moments of peace and clarity amid the chaos. It provided an escape when I needed one the most.
That is why I keep going.
Even though I have not been able to write much lately, mostly because of what I can only describe as mental fatigue, I simply cannot bring myself to close the blog. It means far more to me than the articles I publish. It represents a journey, a passion, and a part of my identity.
The blogger who inspired me to start writing decided to stop a few years ago, but I am not there yet. So for now, I keep renewing the domain and returning whenever I can. This blog is more than a collection of articles; it is a record of my journey, a refuge during difficult times, and a reminder of who I am. Here’s to a few more years of writing, reflection, and finding peace through words.
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School memories are special for everyone. Everyone at some point in their life when they look back, School forms major part of their lives. For me though I don’t remember much about my first 7 years in school. It just feels like a hazy blob without much structure, so let me directly skip to 8th grade of my school life. My parents both worked in a bank so transfer was a normal occurrence. This time they were posted to a rural branch close to Cuddalore. Since Cuddalore was a closest town/city to their branches we decided to make that our home for the next few years.
For me though moving wasn’t alien as we had already moved from Delhi to Chennai when I had completed my second grade. Cuddalore was a nice small town, it had 2-3 major schools, 4-5 theatres, some beaches and overall a good vibe. The biggest challenge for me was always adjusting to the new school. Even when I think about it now, 8th grade in that school X (Let’s call it that) in Cuddalore possibly was the reason I went in to my shell even more. I was never an extrovert but again the experience in that school in Cuddalore possibly pushed me over the edge.
I was never a brilliant student let me be very clear about the same, I did okay in my studies and probably sometimes punched above my weight. This is not to say I wasn’t interested in studies but I needed some good guidance and teaching to understand the concepts better when compared to others. I wasn’t in the top 20% of the class, nor was I in the bottom, I was somewhere in the middle. The Indian school system is brilliant for the students who are probably in the top 20% but have no proper method to deal with the rest.
Going to a new school that too in a place you are not familiar with was a daunting experience. I was new to the town, did not know many people and me being an introvert did not help either. Making friends in that school was tough. I don’t know for some reason the students in the class saw me like an alien and it was hard to gel with them. I had some terrible experiences in the class and I felt miserable throughout the year. Thanks for my one friend, let’s call him V who helped me to get through that nightmarish year. V was the typical top 20% student in the class but also was a great guy as he did not make friends only on the basis of marks and ranks. I also had my neighbour let’s call him JP, who became great friends with me when I moved in and we spent lots of time together and kind of shared similar problems at school.
There were some bullies in school and the fact that I wasn’t doing great in the class did not help matters either. The teachers in that school weren’t very helpful either. I wasn’t grasping the concepts and it became difficult to concentrate on anything without understanding what was going on. Maths became the toughest of all for me through the entire year and I really struggled. I still remember the one day when in the chemistry class, the teacher asked me a question and I did not know the answer. The guy practically humiliated me in front of the class by repeatedly asking me more questions, making fun of me along the way and also suggested something like I did not belong in 8th grade. That episode kind of left a deep scar in me and it made me to never ask any questions in the class even if I had a doubt.
The funny part is that the teachers in India do not realise that each student has different needs and all of them cannot grasp things at the same level. Scolding or hitting someone for not understanding something will not make them to understand it better. In such situations students do couple of things, one they try really hard to understand things on their own or resort to blindly mugging up the answers without understanding the concepts.
It is kind of inspirational for even me as to how I was able to turn a corner as the year progressed with all the subjects except for maths. I was able to improve through lots of hard work and dedication and was even appreciated by my class teacher in the class. That was one of the very few proud moments in that year. I should hand it to the math teacher though as she was the only person who actually thought she should do something about my troubles with her subject. She offered to spend some time after the school hours to teach me the concepts which she could not do in the class and it really helped me a lot. I really thank her for that. So the absolute nightmare which was the 8th grade was finally coming to an end and we were nearing the finals. My continued struggle with Math meant that I needed to do well in the finals to actually pass the year and my friend JP who had already failed a year had to pass this year to save some face with his family.
We both approached the final exams with lots of sincerity and thanks to my sister who spent a lot of time with me before the math exam, I think I did reasonably well and felt confident of the results. Exams were over and the summer break had started and I was extremely relieved to have gotten that break. Two months had passed after the exams and this was the time people get their results in the post. Those days it would be a post card from the school which will say either “PASS” or “FAIL” in it. Strangely both for JP and me the card never arrived. We spoke to some of our fellow students and realised that all of them had received them and my only friend V from the school had also received the same. Now both of us started panicking and did not know why we did not get the results. We decided to go to the school and check it out and since the school was closed for the summer break no one was in there.
When we started to reminisce what could be the problem we realised that couple of months ago we had a small tiff with the local post man. I don’t remember the exact reason though now but that was the reason for our cards not getting delivered. Both of us immediately reached the local post office and stood outside and spoke to few post men there and they advised us to apologise to our post man. We went in apologised to him and he finally handed over the card to us. The guy got a sadistic pleasure which we could see on his face when we came in all panicky looking for the results. We just gave what he wanted and he handed over the cards. All this was happening while we both still had no clue what that card said. When we finally got our cards, we saw the four letters we wanted to see “PASS”. The year was a total nightmare and possibly one of my worst school year and it rightly ended with equally stressful week or two.
Even though I felt happy for myself and JP I was dreading the fact that I need to go to school again in few weeks and have to spend another year with the same bunch of guys who made my life miserable the year before. I was just hoping for a better school year ahead and probably some new faces and friends when I start my 9th grade. All in that I was happy that I at least had V who would be with me in the year to follow as well. With that thought in mind I continued to enjoy the rest of the break with JP and rest of my neighbour friends who were fantastic by the way while waiting for another year in School X.
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